Zhou Shilin naturally wouldn't hide it.
He briefly talked about Meng Weiyi's situation.
"She is my brother's fiancée. We grew up together. Later, my brother died and she was unable to get out. The family came up with a crooked idea and asked me to marry her on my brother's behalf. Naturally, I would not agree. She then went abroad to study and recently returned to China and was assigned to work in a confidential unit in the county."
When he mentioned his eldest brother, Zhou Shilin's eyes darkened.
His eldest brother was so good, but it was a pity that he died young and his body was not recovered. So he could only build a tomb and let the police uniform he often wore during his lifetime be buried underground instead of him.
Wen Qian was surprised.
She actually didn't know much about Zhou Shilin's family.
After all, the relationship between the original owner and Zhou Shilin was too cold, and Zhou Shilin probably wouldn't say this to the original owner.
This was also the first time she knew that Zhou Shilin actually had an older brother.
It's a pity that he died.
Looking at the silent man, she suddenly felt pity in her heart. At this time, any words were pale, and the only thing she could do was... hold him tight and comfort him.
Zhou Shilin looked at his little wife who was trying hard to hold him in her arms, with a smile on her face.
"Fool, I'm not that fragile."
Wen Qian raised her face from his shoulder and smiled slightly: "I know that our Captain Zhou is the strongest warrior, but I just want to hug you. Don't you like it?"
The night is as dark as ink.
A pair of mature men and women were in the same quiet space. Still in this ambiguous posture, Zhou Shilin could even feel her softness pressing against his chest, burning him through a thin layer of cloth. skin.
His heart was throbbing hard.
His breath was filled with Wen Qian's unique sweet and soft scent. Although this situation was not suitable for random thoughts, his blood still surged uncontrollably. He suppressed it and said hoarsely: "I like it."
If you like it, give it more hugs.
There were no distracting thoughts in Wen Qian's heart. She just hugged Zhou Shilin quietly, put her slender arms on his thin waist, and patted him gently to comfort him.
"Okay, don't be sad, let's go to bed."
The words "Let's go to sleep" are too ambiguous. Zhou Shilin resisted thinking and moved his body slightly, straightened up from Wen Qian's thin arms, raised his lips and smiled softly: "Okay, sleep."
He turned off the light and lay back on his bed.
in the dark.
Only deep and shallow breathing remained.
Looking at Zhou Shilin's silhouette lying on the ground, Wen Qian inexplicably felt that he was a little miserable. After thinking for a moment, she raised her head and shouted in his direction: "How about you sleep on the bed?"
The weather in August is not too cold to lay on the floor.
But the floor is hard. Sleeping for a long time is not good for your health and can easily hurt your waist.
After all, whether her life is happy or not depends on Zhou Shilin's waist strength. Although it is not used for the time being, she still needs to take good care of it.
In case something goes wrong while sleeping on the floor.
Isn’t it just an embroidered pillow?
How could Zhou Shilin guess what Xiao Jiujiu was in Wen Qian's heart? He was surprised when she asked him to sleep on the bed, saying that she was the one who slept separately, and she was the one who slept together. Are women so fickle?
By the faint moonlight.
He observed Wen Qian's expression carefully, and when he saw the seriousness between her eyebrows and eyes, he realized that she was not joking.
But he can't afford it.
With such a sweet and soft person sleeping next to him, he could see and eat, and he was afraid that he would suffocate to death, and might have to get up in the middle of the night to wash his pants. Forget it, let's wait until she was really willing.
"You sleep by yourself. I don't sleep well and I'm afraid I'll crush your legs."
Wen Qian knew that this was just an excuse. She couldn't imagine that someone would prefer to sleep on the floor instead of having a bed. She rolled her eyes and teased in a low voice: "Brother Lin, you don't dare to sleep with me, do you?"
A soft cry from Brother Rin almost made little Brother Rin stand up.
Zhou Shilin turned over and stared at Wen Qian with a heavy gaze. After a long while, he said in a very oppressive voice: "Are you sure? I am a hungry wolf that has been hungry for twenty-three years."
Wen Qian: "..."
She doesn't want to be a girl who understands things instantly.
However, she didn't plan to feed the wolves with her body yet, so she had no choice but to give in to Captain Zhou and continue to lay the floor.
"You'd better continue to be hungry."
In the darkness, there was a hint of playfulness in Wen Qian's voice. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes gently. Maybe it was because there was one more person in the bedroom. She felt particularly safe and soon fell asleep.
After a while.
The sound of even breathing came from the bed.
Zhou Shilin kept staring in Wen Qian's direction. For a long time, the corners of his cold lips curved up, and he slowly fell asleep...
Early the next morning.
The biological clock wakes Zhou Shilin up on time.
He opened his eyes and hesitated for a moment before remembering that he and Wen Qian slept together last night. Although they did not share the same bed, he could feel the faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, and a sense of satisfaction arose in his heart.
Maybe.
This is love.
Every morning when I wake up.
You can see the person you want to see as soon as you open your eyes.
Thinking of this, his eyes fell on Wen Qian involuntarily, and he couldn't move his eyes away from him. The person on the bed was sleeping soundly. Because he was so soundly asleep, the skirt of his pajamas was rolled up to his waist without even realizing it. .
That slender waist is incredibly soft.
And that little butt that is round and perky, round and bulging, soft and bouncy, you don’t need to think about it to know how good it feels...
Zhou Shilin felt a little hypoxic.
He was like a voyeur. It took a lot of self-control to force his eyes to look away. He jumped up from the ground like a carp and tiptoed to help Wen Qian tidy up her pajamas.
The moment he leaned over, his nose suddenly felt hot.
Immediately afterwards, nosebleeds spurted out.
Drop after drop of bright red blood rushed to fall on Wen Qian's white thighs, making the skin more delicate, white and tender, and the visual impact was stronger.
Zhou Shilin hurriedly wiped the nosebleed.
But the more anxious he became, the more his nosebleed started, which even woke Wen Qian up.
This time it was so embarrassing that I was thrown directly into my grandma's house.
Wen Qian, on the other hand, had her brain shut down for several seconds before she regained consciousness. She quickly took out the toilet paper from beside the pillow and wiped Zhou Shilin's nosebleed. She panicked when she saw the blood flowing out continuously.
"Why do you have a nosebleed so early in the morning?"
"It's broken. I can't stop it no matter what!"
Wen Qian didn't even notice the blood on her thighs. She was busy trying to stop Zhou Shilin's bleeding. Seeing the blood flowing more and more, she tremblingly asked Sister Wang to bring in a basin of cold water.
Zhou Shilin was so frightened that he hurriedly stopped him.
"Don't shout!"
He glanced helplessly at the tent raised under him, the tips of his ears suddenly turned red, and his tall body subconsciously bowed. Wen Qian didn't react at first, but when she followed his line of sight, her face suddenly turned red. A blush appeared.
He stuttered when he spoke.
"You...you've shed so much blood...why are you still like this..."
Zhou Shilin didn't want to either.
But at critical moments, the brother always disobeyed orders. He awkwardly squeezed out a few words from his throat: "It's easy to do this if you are too angry."
Wen Qian was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to look.
I could only hold Zhou Shilin to sit down, and I used a little force to help him press his nose to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, this method worked well, and the gushing nosebleed finally stopped.
They both breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Qian pulled out a small piece of toilet paper, shaped it into a ball and stuffed it into Zhou Shilin's nostrils. She wiped the blood on his face and said with a frown, "I'll make mung bean soup for you today to relieve the heat. You can go home at noon." Come and eat.”
Listen to her soft voice.
Zhou Shilin bent down to accommodate her movements and said hello obediently.
"Thank you, wife."
